Philip Graves wasn't one to believe in the 'supernatural'. He rolled his eyes at people who believed in magical powers and monsters in the night. The only monsters in this world were the ones he fought on the battlefield.

Some of his men had their beliefs, though he often left them to it. It didn't hurt anyone, even if he thought it was stupid.

Though when he saw the same soldier enter the kitchen right after they supposedly left, he was confused and rightfully suspicious. That was... that wasn't right.

Getting up and following behind them, he opened his mouth to question what they were doing when he saw you drop your disguise, form changing before his very eyes.

"What in the hell–" He began, eyes wide, jaw dropping.

What the fuck? No, genuinely, what the fuck? That– that shouldn't be possible! That was... that–

Graves eyed you up and down, stunned, weary, and in a bit of awe at the impossible.